That happened to me in 1976.
I was 18, in my last semester of high school. I had worked very late, past my shift time, and was coming home around 1:00 am on a Tuesday. I did see a state police car in an empty parking lot but thought nothing of it. I wasn’t speeding or driving sketchy.
Anyway, he followed me. I turned up my road, and right before I reach my house, he flips his lights on. So I pulled over along the side of the road across from my driveway.
He comes up to the window and asks me what I was doing out so late!
I told him I was at work. So he wants to know all the details and starts grilling me.
Meanwhile, my stepfather has come out and is listening to all this. He then shouts, “Hey, he was working late! AB, just pull up in the GD driveway and go to bed!”
So the cop goes back to his car, shuts of his lights, and drives off. I pull into the driveway while my Dad shakes his head and mutters about stupid cops.
Neither of us were shot that night, though. Which was good.
Good story. I had similar experiences. Probably 50% of LE would be violent thugs if they didn’t get this job that allows them to be that way legally.
I’ve never understood the unquestioned love of all police. There are very good ones to be sure, but there are also a ton of vile scum. I had a friend whose policeman father was very corrupt. Eventually he was discovered, but not before leaving a trail of destruction.